As usual, I’m sitting in a coffee shop avoiding workingon a book. There is no other creative writing endeavour that I avoid as much as continuing writing a book. I think it’s partially because I’m a savourer, but hte problem with that is if you just savour, you don’t actually eat. Then again, part of it is also that I seem to have TRIED for so many years with no real (paid) results. So I try less. You can see where this leads: a coffee shop in a place I say I don’t want to be leading a livfe I say I don’t want to live.
And yet I can’t give up. I just don’t quit. I keep trying. Or, as now, I just stay in the holding pattern, swimming just fast enough to stay in place.
So how do I get out of it?
I do what I know to do.
Which is not this. Not right now. 🙂